Paul Baribeau - Strawberry

To s^Gay that you are cu^Emte ^C Would be like s^Gaying that a strawberry is s^Emweet ^C Because a str^Gawberry has secret ^Emflavors^C That are sha^Grp, and tart, and r^Emed, and d^Ceep

And I^G would love to find^Em you ^C Gr^Gowing wild out by the w^Emoods ^C I ^Gwould make a basket with the f^Emront of my t-sh^Cirt And t^Gake home as many of you ^Emas I co^Culd

And to ^Gsay that you are pret^Emty ^C Would be like s^Gaying that the ocean is bl^Emue ^C Because the oce^Gan is filled with all ki^Emnds of col^Cors And I ^Gsee all kinds of things when I l^Emook at y^Cou

And I^G want to explor^Eme you ^C W^Gith my tennis shoes^Em off ^C St^Ganding ankle deep in a tid^Eme pool^C wit^Gh my khaki pants rolle^Emd up ^C

And to ^Gsay that you are fun^Emny ^C Would be like s^Gaying that the night sky is bl^Emack ^C Because the ni^Gght sky is filled with s^Emtars and come^Cts And pl^Ganets that no one has seen y^Emet ^C

And I^G want to look at ^Emyou ^C Lyi^Gng down on my front^Em lawn ^C I'll^G try to take you a^Emll in at o^Cnce But y^Gou just go on and ^Emon and ^Con ^G